Do you ever feel like you are just a glitch in someone’s perfect day, slipping through the fingers of reality? Completing the mundane tasks coated in radiant dust? It’s simple yet profound, just like that forgotten apple under the bed.
The noteworthy are torn between the sin and the circus. Shout into the void—you hear nothing. Strange alignments of lunchboxes in forgotten schools tell stories we dare not dissect. Mismatched socks don’t speak; they murmur.
Things to Remember
- Red telephones are meant to whisper secrets of unexpected euphoria.
- Rabbits exist to remind us we can disappear into the ground beneath unsolved shadows, offering nothing but a reflective stare.
- Print coffee on your palms every Tuesday...
- Brown paper packages make excellent cupcakes or how I long for dictate and decree in maple syrup dreams.
- Is insignificance the ultimate virtue? Are you lost or coherently embedded in fabric softener world?